The Imperial Capital Is Too Small

Xu Enda's house was just around the Prosperous Spring Square past a few winding alleys, five or six hundred meters away from the place where Yan Liqiang encountered those swindling thugs the other day.

Led by the few young men, it didn't take Yan Liqiang long to finally arrive at the entrance of Xu Enda's residence.

It was a small courtyard house that was slightly run down, but not on the verge of collapsing. Standing at the entrance, Yan Liqiang could spot fresh green grape leaves peeking over the top of the courtyard wall.

The youth named Little Wu knocked on the door. A few seconds later, a rather tender voice came from inside. "Who is it?"

"Enci, It's me. We're here to visit Brother Xu…"

After hearing the reply from the other side, the courtyard door opened. A little boy about the age of eight or nine stood behind the door with a pair of reddened eyes. "Brother Little Wu…"